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6. “Stay, stay with us — rest! thou art weary and worn;
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. I BŪ'GLE. A military wind instru- | 4 SEN'TI-NÉL. A soldier on watch or ment of music.
guard, and thus figuratively applied 2 TRUCE. A temporary suspension of to the stars.
| 5 PÅL'LET. A small or rude bed, 8 LÖW'ERED. Appeared dark; gloomy. | 6 FĀin. Willing; glad ; desirous.
XXV. - WASHINGTON.
HENRY LEE. (Henry Lee was born in Westmoreland county, Virginia, January 29, 1756, and died March 25, 1816. He served with great distinction as a cavalry officer dur ing the revolutionary war, and was afterwards member of Congress and gov, ernor of Virginia. He was the author of "Memoirs of the War in the Southern Department of the United States." He was a member of Congresg at the time of the death of Washington, and was selected by the House of Representatives to pronounce a eulogy upon the departed hero and statesman, from which the following is an extract.]
1. First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen, he was second to none in the humble and endearing scenes of private life. Pious, just, humane, temperate, and sincere; uniform, dignified, and commanding, his example was as edifying' to all around him as were the effects of that example lasting.
2. To his equals he was condescending; to his inferiors kind; and to the dear object of his affections exemplarily? tender. Correct throughout, vice shuddered in his presence, and virtue always felt his fostering hand; the purity of his private character gave effulgence to his public virtues.
3. His last scene comported’ with the whole tenor of his life: although in extreme pain, not a sigh, not a groan escaped him; and with undisturbed serenity he closed his well-spent life. Such was the man America has lost! Such was the man for whom our nation mourns !
4. Methinks I see his august image, and hear, falling from his venerable lips, these deep-sinking words: “Cease, sons of America, lamenting our separation: go on, and confirm by your wisdom the fruits of our joint counsels, joint efforts, and common dangers. Reverence religion; diffuse knowledge throughout your land; patronize the arts and sciences * ; let liberty and order be inseparable companions; control party spirit, the bane of free government; observe good faith to, and cultivate peace with, all nations; shut up every avenue to foreign influence; contract rather than extend national connection; rely on yourselves only; be American in thought and deed. Thus will you give immortality to that Union, which was the constant object of my terrestrial · labors. Thus will you preserve, undisturbed to the latest posterity, the felicity of a people to me most dear: and thus will you supply (if my happiness is now aught to you) the only vacancy in the round of pure bliss high Heaven bestows."
1 ÉD'I-FY-ING. Tending to improve by
instruction ; instructive. 2 ÉX'EM-PLA-RI-LY. In such a way as
to be an example to others. 8 COM-PORT'ED. Was suitable ; ac
corded. · ÄRTS AND SCI/EN-CEŞ. The term
arts is understood to mean, the
learning and knowledge.
XXVI. — COUSIN DEBORAH'S LEGACY.
CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL. 1. Cousin DEBORAH was an old, unmarried lady, who had no other property than a moderate life annuity'. The furniture of her house was faded and antique; the linen was well darned; the plate was scanty, and worn thin with use and frequent scouring; the books were few, and in no very good condition. She had no jewels or trinkets; her days were passed in a dreary state of tranquillity, stitching, stitching, stitching forever, with her beloved huge workbox at her elbow. That wanted nothing; for it was abundantly fitted up with worsted, cotton, tape, buttons, bodkins, needles, and such a multiplicity of reels and balls that to enumerate them would be a tedious task.
2. Cousin Deborah particularly prided herself on her darning; carpets, house linen, stockings, all bore unimpeachable testimony to this branch of industry. Holes and thin places were hailed with delight by her; and it was whispered — but that might be a mere matter of scandal — that she even went so far as to cut holes in her best table cloths for the purpose of exercising her skill and ingenuity in repairing the fractures. Be that as it may, the work-box was as much a companion to her as dogs or cats are to many other single ladies. She was lost without it: her conversation always turned on the subject of thread papers and needle cases; and never was darning cotton more scientifically rolled into neat balls, than by the taper fingers of Cousin Deborah.
3. The contents of that wonderful work-box would have furnished a small shop. As a child, I always regarded it with a species of awe and veneration; and without daring to lay a finger on the treasures it contained, my prying eyes greedily devoured its mysteries, when the raised edge revealed its mountains of cotton and forests of pins and needles. And I have no doubt that Cousin Deborah first regarded me with favor in consequence of being asked by my mother to give me a lesson in darning — a most necessary accomplishment in our family, as I was the eldest of many brothers and sisters; and, though very happy among ourselves, the circumstances of our dear parents rendered the strictest industry and frugality absolutely indispensable in order to make both ends meet."
4. She was proud of me, on the whole, as a pupil, though she sometimes had occasion to reprove me for idleness and skipping stitches; and between us, it is impossible to say how many pairs of stockings we made whole in the course of the year. Many a time I was invited by Cousin Deborah to take tea with her, and bring my workbag in my hand, as a matter of course; and we used to sit for long hours without speaking, intent on our needles, the silence unbroken save by the ticking of the eight-day clock.
5. I sometimes found it very dull work, I confess. Not so Cousin Deborah. She needed no other society than that of her work-box; and I do not believe she loved any human being so well. Her whole heart was in it; and the attachment she evinced towards me, as time went on, was fostered and encouraged by our mutual zeal in performing tasks of needle-work. Not that I shared in her devotion : I was actuated by a sense of duty alone, and would far rather, could I have done so conscientiously, have been dancing and laughing with companions of my own age. But ply the needle I did, and so did Cousin Deborah; and we two became, with the huge old workbox between us, quite a pair of loving friends; and at least two evenings in every week I went to sit with the lone woman. She would have had me do so every evening; but, though there were so many of us at home, our parents could not bear to spare any of us out of their sight oftener than they deemed indispensable.
6. At length Cousin Deborah's quiet and blameless life came to an end. Having shut her work-box, locked it, and put the key in a sealed packet, she turned her face to the wall, and fell asleep.
7. When her will was opened, it was found that she had left her books, furniture, and plate to a family that stood in the same relationship to her as we did, but who were in
much more prosperous circumstances than we. To me she devised ? the huge old work-box, with all its contents, “in token of the high esteem and affection with which I was regarded” by the deceased. I was to inherit the well-stored work-box, only on condition that it was to be daily used by me in preference to all others. “Every ball of darning cotton, as it diminishes, shall bring its blessing," said Cousin Deborah ; "for Ada Benwell” (that was my name) " is a good girl, and has darned more holes in the stockings of her little brothers and sisters than any other girl of her age. Therefore, I particularly commend the balls of darning cotton to her notice; and I particularly recommend her to use them up as soon as she can, and she will meet with her reward in due season.”
8. My mother was a little disappointed at the contents of our kinswoman's' will, and expressed her displeasure in a few sharp remarks, for which my father gently reproved her. The subject of the legacies* was never again discussed by us. The work-box was in constant requisition at my side, and the balls of darning cotton rapidly dimin. ished. One day, as I was sitting beside my mother busy with my needle, she remarked, “ You have followed our poor cousin's directions, my dear Ada. She particularly recommended you to use up the balls of darning cotton as soon as possible; and look, there is one just done.”
9. As my mother spoke, I unrolled a long needleful, and came to the end of that ball. A piece of paper fell to the ground, which had been tủe nucleus' on which the ball was formed. I stooped to pick it up, and was just about throwing it into the fire, when it caught my mother's eye, and she stretched out her hand and seized it. In a moment she unfolded it before our astonislıed gaze: it was a bank note of fifty pounds!
10. “O, dear, misjudged Cousin Deborah !” she exclaimed; "this is our Ada's reward in due season. It's just like her - kind, queer old soul!”